Igrejinha Humilde
Mara Lima
Humble Little Church
In the morning I wake up very early
I take the bible and also the guitar
On the horizon the sun is rising
And the birds singing
Having a party in my countryside
It's Sunday, day of worship
And along the way I hummed a song
When I get closer to church
I hear a great noise of glory to God
What a beautiful anointing
Simple church, dirt floors, humble house
But there was never a lack of love and communion
Today everything is so different
It's not like it used to be
I miss my brothers
Old house, wooden structure
Mat Cover
Made of clay and grass
There may be something more beautiful in this world
I have deep love for you, and I will never forget you
Old house that was once stoned
You are my beloved church
Where Christ saved me
Old house with no sidewalk and no porch
Humble little house, I just miss what's left
